My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 I Deserved That
Genevieve narrowed her eyes and grew suspicious. I got the Mercedes-Benz from Steven, so someone must’ve thought I was going out with Armand. After that, they must’ve done something to the car when it was parked in the parking lot. Since the road I was on was empty, how did they get notified so soon after Armand was injured? They must’ve been watching us all along. I bet they’re eager to hear him be pronounced dead. That’s why they rushed to the hospital right after he was admitted. I’m guessing they’re also the ones who spread the news in the first place.
Although Genevieve was also born with a silver spoon in her mouth, her father didn’t have many siblings. Moreover, she was the only child in her family.
Hence, she had never been involved in family feuds. Before this, she had always found those stories about how siblings would kill each other for financial gains a bit far-fetched.
That day, however, she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
When Peter arrived with the others, he purposely stood in front of Genevieve, thinking he could intimidate her.
Only after Genevieve lowered her head did he glance at Steven and ask, “Is it true that Armand was involved in a car accident?”
“Yes. He’s in the operating room. The doctors are doing their best to save him,” Steven answered before introducing Genevieve to them. “This is Mr. Armand’s wife, Genevieve Rachford.”
Genevieve calmed herself down and greeted politely, “Hi, Uncle Peter. Hi, Aunt Samantha.”
“No. You don’t have to address me so.” Peter raised his hand. With a disdainful look on his face, he said, “We all know why Armand married you. Not only were you a divorcee, but you’re also a homeless woman. You’re not qualified to be a part of the Faulkner family.”
“I’ve never considered myself a part of the Faulkner family.” Instead of getting pissed, Genevieve flashed a faint smile and continued, “When Mando and I registered for our marriage, I was merely marrying him instead of his family. I only addressed you as Uncle Peter because you’re Mando’s elder. If you don’t like it, I can address you as Mr. Faulkner as well.”
Peter immediately narrowed his eyes. At the same time, there was a hint of murderous intent in his gaze.
“See, Peter? I told you she’s a feisty woman.” Samantha crossed her arms and glanced at Genevieve from the side of her eyes, adding, “She even dared to speak harshly to me. I doubt she knows her manners.”
“You should leave,” Peter said coldly. “Armand is my nephew, so we’ll be taking care of him!”
“Although he’s your nephew, he’s my husband. By logic, I think I deserve to be here more than the rest of you,” Genevieve uttered softly with her gaze lowered.
Upon hearing that, Peter raised his hand and gave Genevieve a tight slap across her face.
Genevieve didn’t see that coming, so she was sent stumbling.
Luckily, Steven reacted fast enough, and he held onto Genevieve just in time.
After helping Genevieve up, Steven looked at Peter and said, “Mr. Peter, Mdm. Genevieve is right. Since she’s Mr. Armand’s wife, she has the right to stay. How could you hit her?”
“She considers me as her elder, no?” Peter smirked coldly. “Do I need to explain myself after teaching her a lesson?”
Steven kept mum.
Genevieve’s right cheek was all numb upon getting slapped. Besides, she could even taste blood in her mouth.
After swallowing her bloody saliva, she moved Steven’s hands off of her and stood straight. “Indeed. I deserved that.”
Peter’s expression darkened. This woman even had the audacity to threaten Samantha over the phone. I didn’t expect her to stomach the humiliation.
Right then, the operating room’s door was pushed open.
Everyone turned toward the operating room and saw a nurse rushing out.
“The patient is suffering from a brain hemorrhage, and he needs a blood transfusion immediately!” the nurse yelled. She then glanced at the people in the corridor and asked, “Which one of you has type A blood?”
After getting no response, the nurse thought they hadn’t heard her clearly, so she asked again, “Who has type A blood? With so many of you here, are none of you type A?”
Still, no one said a word. The nurse then added anxiously, “The patient is losing a lot of blood! We can’t wait, or he’ll die!”
Peter and the rest stood there and kept silent.